Hann lyrics

[Intro]
That's gang, gang
Let's get it
Hot Boyz Glock Boyz, man
OTF Glock Boyz
Stretch Gang, all that sh*t
OTF
Hann (x14)

[Hook]
Hann (x10)

[Verse 1: Boss Top]
I'm off a four, I got a seven on me now
I got this nickel, walk up on me blow you down
I got JB and Dre with me, they on and out
I heard he got that sack, kick that door down
Take 'em down, heard them bricks up in the wall
I remember on the block, 8 balls in my (?)
In my bricks
You goofies obsolete
When it come don't f*cking with me
I'ma boss, muthaf*cking G
OTF, GBMG
Leave his ass stretched out in the street
Don't f*ck with me, boy I got that mop
Call Prince Dre up with that fifty and that Glock
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Prince Dre]
It ain't on me, I'm Prince Dre I'm from the Wic
Murder drop, 064 that be the street
I'm on the block, with the guys I'm off the sh*ts
My fingers itching, I might pop up in that death
Get to dumping, n*ggas running

[Verse 3: JB Bin Laden]
Ain't on nothing
Off with the chrome, get to dumping
Face shots back shots, I ain't seen nothing
Them people snitch
I can't never be a police witness
This nickel that I'm gripping
Hit him one time, that n*gga limping
Headshot from that red dot
I dodge cops in that red car
Skurr skurr skurr, I'm out the box
I'm high up, I'm on mops
f*ck 12, free the guys b*tch
We drop L's b*tch, we drop Y's b*tch
Prince Dre, that's my blood brother
Top, that's my blood brother
Bout this Glock, get some blood from you
We send shots, better run from us
b*tch we hot, we some young gunners
f*ck Young Munna, they some young dummys
And we the gang b*tch
See a stain, we might take your chain b*tch
You a lame b*tch
We insane b*tch
Gang b*tch
And you can't hang if you ain't gang b*tch